Looking in the Mirror

a poem

I am losing myself

just like I lose my temper

all my dreams seem to be on a shelf

and I can't reach them

I used to know what I wanted

now all I can see is my reflection

an empty shell of emotion and soul

trapped in a world of routine

I used to be different

flowing against the current

turning toward the wind

now what

should I forget the shelf

and live a life of

or buy a step stool

 

Reviews

[Rambling Prose]

I can certainly relate to this piece! I suggest the step stool! I seems you may have inadvertently omitted something from the second to last line, unless you meant it to leave the thought to the reader. In that case, I would add: and live a life of. . .

~well done~~

[Sally Edwards]

Great little poem and yet another I can relate too, I have felt this way too so often, I say buy a step stool, I did and i'm not looking back.